there's something poetic about attempting to suspend a thread about a clock in time forever
whether it be a well-refined sense of irony or a perverse sense of nostalgia
in the 24 hours since /po/ harbour, I've had some time to meditate on it, and although the raiding and the spamming and the flooding probably isn't the right way to pay respects to what has been a collective curiosity of the entire image board, continuing to bastardise the thread, up to and including the removal of posts that are actually crucial to the topic of the thread, seemingly just to spite the people that came to pay their respects, flies directly in the face of not just this website and how it was designed, but the very concept of linear time itself

and so, I shall leave you with this
Boethius, mid-century Roman philosopher, theorized that time was a wheel
>"Inconstancy is my very essence" says the wheel
>"Cast yourself up on my spokes if you like, but don't complain when you are cast back down into the depths"
>"Good times pass away, but then so do the bad"
>"Mutability is our tragedy, but it is also our hope"
>"The worst of times, like the best, is always slipping away"

it's over
I said what I said